The stories and pictures presented here are mostly of my family members, all long dead. A few non-family people with interesting stories are also featured. All could easily be forgotten but I don't want that to happen. Here you'll see the good and the bad, the serious and the funny.
Genealogical data and sources can be found on Rootsweb.com in the old WorldConnect, now Family Tree, section. For more information contact me at Snibbod1@aol.com.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Genealogy isn't all birth, marriage and death dates. We can learn lots of interesting things about our "long since" ancestors. I have uncovered a train in almost everybody's life. Enjoy!

1860s: General Stephen
Hurlbut, one of General Grant’s officers
in the civil war, served first in militias in Illinois
and then in Missouri
guarding the Hannibal & St. Joseph Railroad.

1864: Serena Stevens Loop and Sophronia Stevens Hurlbut, both elderly
ladies and sisters, were riding in the last car of the morning mail train
heading east out of Belvidere, Illinois.
The flange on one of the wheels broke and the car “was precipitated down
an embankment 20 or 25 feet high without a moment’s warning. The car in its descent turned completely
over, smashing the top and sides but landing right side up.” Luckily all the passengers survived, but were
badly bruised. The newspaper article
says the new car was very new, with many new amenities, one of which was a new
type of wheel. It added “It is hoped the
builders don’t always furnish that style of wheels.”

1873: John G.
Davis and his neighbors in Schuyler county, Missouri filed lawsuits against
the St. Louis, Kansas City and Northern Railway Company because they didn’t
fence their tracks properly, allowing “property” to be killed. That property was probably a “cow” and Davis
was awarded $30.00.

1873: Frank Stevens’ first job at age 15 was
learning telegraphy in the Atchison, Topeka
& Santa Fe Railroad office in Raymond,
Kansas. In 1874 he was given charge of that station
and remained with them until 1891.

1884:Jim & Nannie Dobbins had to give up
their ranch in Colorado. They no sooner got their house and corrals
built than they learned the Santa Fe railroad
tracks would come directly through their property.

1887: The
first picture of my Grandma Jessie Ryland
was taken in Pueblo, Colorado in a Railroad photo car.

1893: Aunt Lillie was widowed when her
husband, an engineer on the Midland Railroad in Colorado,
was killed in a head-on crash in the RockyMountain foothills. As Ben
McCammon lay dying he willed his
house to his widow, as attested by three of his co-workers. This oral will was discovered during a 1977 title
search.

1898: In the
late 1890s Scott Dobbins played cornet
in the Midland Railway Band. In weekly
concerts in Colorado Springs he met – and began wooing - the lady who later became his wife.

1906: In 1906 Byron Hall, aged 30, took the railroad
home from a business trip. The
conductor, sensing that apparently the passenger was having some kind of a
mental problem, notified the next station of his odd behavior. At the station Byron got off and walked to a
nearby hotel, where he shot and killed two policemen before he himself was
killed.

1916: Bruce Kirkpatrick, a 16-year old in Tennessee, went with a
buddy one evening to try to jump aboard a moving freight trains, the type of
unsafe things young men often do. When
Bruce jumped, he bumped into his buddy. This caused Bruce to fall to his death
beneath the wheels. Bruce’s parents,
while acknowledging that there was no malicious intent in the death,
nevertheless had “Murdered” inscribed on his tombstone.

1940s: In the 30s and 40s, many homeless men “rode the rails” to California looking for a job. Julius Title was the head of the Transit Committee for the local Elks club and as such his job was to give to hobos jumping off the train in Pomona a bus ticket to either Los Angeles or San Bernardino, “where jobs were more plentiful.”

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And just in case you wondered about my own train experience, that is me in the picture above with my hand shielding the sun from my eyes as I had my first train ride in a little amusement park in Long Beach, California. My baby sister was with me. I'm guessing it was 1938. Oh, it was FUN!

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Almost everything in genealogical research starts out as a theory. You may know a fact for sure but really it is just a part of your "theory" until you can find definitive proof.

That is, of course, if you are a really dedicated genealogist. Some people don't want to work that hard, and their work is based on a lot of assumptions that may, or may not be right. I want mine to be RIGHT!

So here's my Stevens theory: Chester D. Stevens (1822-1902), my great-great-grandfather, was thought to have participated in the civil war. On what do I build that theory?

Firstly, his son Frank wrote a short blurb for a Kansas County History Book: "He was a stanch (sic) Republican and served during the Civil war as an officer in the commissary department." Now genealogists know that these county history books are notoriously suspect. People paid to have their biography published in this book, and the money collected was what got the book published. Of course, people writing their own bios tended to leave out the not-so-good stuff and puff up the truth, which might end up anywhere between a little mundane or a big fabrication. With that possibility in mind, I use Frank's report on his dad as part of my theory.

Secondly, handed down in our family are bits of two letters that Chester wrote to his baby daughter, "Ellen", at the time she was born on 15 September of 1862. The letters went to his wife in Mendota, Illinois, which is in northern Illinois where all the Stevens clan settled in the 1840s. One of those letters is shown below. Please note that Chester reports from Bolivar, Tennessee, puts "Commissary" on the letter and he definitely states that he is in the army, though he writes it with a lower case "a" (which may or may not mean something.)

An ancestor who serves in a war generally has a military record of some type residing in our country's National Archives and accessible to the public. But lo, there is nothing there for C. D. Stevens, Chester D. Stevens, Chester Dana Stevens, or for any of those names with the variation "Stephens" as a last name. I tried three different times over a four year period to find something that would indicate Chester's involvement in the Civil War. But three times the National Archives said their records did not show a man by any of those names in any branch of the service. Zilch. Zero. No military record, no pension, no nothing.

To cover all the bases, I looked for him in the Illinois militia, too. Zilch there, also.

Chester's sister, Sophronia, married Steven A. Hurlbut, who at that time was an attorney in Belvidere, Illinois, near Mendota. When the Civil War broke out, President Lincoln put General Ulysses Grant (also a friend of the Stevens family) in place, and guess what? Grant appointed Hurlbut a Brigadier General and guess where he was in September of 1862 at the time Chester wrote his letter to his newborn daughter? If you said Bolivar, Tennessee, you would be correct.

The 53rd Infantry Volunteers, headed by Gen. Hurlbut, arrived in Bolivar on September 13 and moved out of Bolivar on October 4. My new theory now is heading toward the idea of General Hurlbut getting his brother-in-law (Chester) into the Commissary perhaps as a general contractor or the like. Of course, I have to prove or disprove that one now.

Recently at a genealogy society meeting we had a superb presentation by Kerry Bartels, an Archives Specialist at the Pacific Region National Archives recently relocated from Laguna Niguel to Riverside in California. After listening to Bartels, I am convinced that the National Archives holds the secret of my Chester's participation in the Civil War. He may not have been an officer of the commissary department but I do believe he had something very important to do about getting supplies to the Union Army in Bolivar, Tennessee.

Now even with the newly found confidence that I'm heading the right direction with my theory, I can't help but be a bit discouraged. As Bartels says, the National Archives has a huge amount of material and what is on line is only a miniscule part of it. And as he showed us, it is possible to find where things are kept. I try not to be negative, but I add: That may be so IF you are living right, IF you are smart enough, IF you have many years of life left in you, and IF you either can travel around the country to comb through millions of documents or have found the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow to pay for hiring a researcher to do it for you.

I wish I knew in 1984 what I know now. If I had, and IF the stars were all in alignment, I might have had my theory proved by now, even understanding that sometimes what you fined is that you are left holding a theory blown to h--l by facts you didn't suspect.

Bartels gave a wonderful talk. I'm old enough, after researching for so many years, to appreciate what he said and not so old that I can't dream of possibilities. But I'm also realistic enough to know that it isn't likely going to happen in my lifetime. Maybe at some point down the line one of my descendants will become interested enough to take on the challenge of hunting for and locating the very box at the National Archives Branch that contains the Commissary Records pertaining to Bolivar, Tennessee in September of 1862 that will prove the role of Chester D. Stevens in the Civil War. Perhaps that person will even be able to access those records from the computer at his or her home. No, I'm not discouraged, just a little sad that it won't be me.

I hear you asking why we put ourselves through all this? Hey, I do it for no other reason than because it is great, great fun. The side benefit is that it is the kind of mental exercise that is supposed to ward off senility in old age! What a hopeful outcome that is for simply having fun!

Monday, February 9, 2015

Excerpt from a letter to me
dated September 27, 1997 from Carl H. Peterson, Ph.D. - a friend, a cousin, a descendant
in-law of Robert B. Dobbins and a retired college History Professor:

"…I learned something yesterday that may be of
interest to you. I was lecturing on New
England church history and had prepared an overhead of the 1670s woodcut by
John Foster of the Rev. John Davenport of New Haven. I asked my colleague Larry Bryant what it was
that Davenport was holding between his fingers.
As I had guessed, Larry identified them as spectacles, but he added that
they were a "signature gesture," an iconographical convention
intended to identify the subject as a studious clergyman. He showed me a painting by Van Eyck which is
supposed to have been the first painting of eyeglasses ever done and which was
the origin of this convention. It seems
that when the Rev. Robert B. Dobbins had his picture taken he knew exactly how
it should be done."

Rev. Dobbins (whose middle name was Boyd, as shown on a deed he executed in Fulton County, Illinois) was active in the ministry from his Ordination in 1804 until his death in 1854. He will be given a blog write-up soon. He was my 4th great grandfather.